Cape May Detritus
A little riff in the sand when the tide goes out
A little riff in the sand when the tide goes out
97 degrees today, could feel like 117, with red alert air quality and oh, look, the sun’s a beach ball!
I was just thinking…kick pedals & a throne.
I scoop the cat turds twice a day because I know cats will tattle.
Enole ‘ni Mari, Seta vere ner. We made it. Anything that was not rock— the beautiful red rock— enferranti nisevia sim ci ne! as brilliant and as jeweled a red as ever— was scattered about and touched by flame. I collected one of your looking glasses, one you kept on …
Roadtrip anyone?
“Candy?”
“Yes.”
“I love writing in the rain.”
“‘Tis better than wild fires.”
What do you do with a cat who dances with you and his favorite song is Jelly 292?
Happy Birthday, Musie!
Four & a quarter lightyears heart to heart
We’ve never been so close apart